Booktok Dior の小説・ストーリー

“Welcome to La Borisque boutique, from House Borisque. We have the latest of high fashion and quality material ready for my lady’s perusal” “Of course you have. I want one from Chloe’s collection” “Y-Yes my lady!” The attendant tried to hide her surprise and ran inside to rally the others to attend to the lady. They led her to a lounge where she was served tea and given a catalog. She perused it, pursing her lips at intervals. When she did, the attendants held their breaths, looking at each other. “It seems…..one page is missing?” “Yes, my lady. It was ordered by the duke’s butler as a gift to Princess Alana”

She was tense initially, but I soon felt her lean into me. Knock. Knock. Knock. Callista abruptly broke our kiss once the door opened. "The Items you ordered, Mrs. Baldwin," the attendant stated while others brought various sizes of black suit bags and shoe boxes. There were dozens of each prepared and laid out by two women who remained behind. They opened the protective black bags, revealing luxurious suits I never dreamed I could touch or wear. "Let's start with the Classic Dior suit, along with the shirt with the gold-tone bee embroidery and the black-grained Dior Granville Loafers," Callista ordered.

Dario responded fondly despite not being in the mood. “I have this for you”. She stated as she brought out a book with a black hard cover and green pages. It looked like a very old book as it had its pages already matting together. There was an inscription in front of it but it was fading and he couldn’t tell if it was in a language he could read. “Is this what I think it is?”. Dario asks, as he took the book from her and she nodded. Immediately he saw the book, he knew that it was definitely one related to Oscuras, especially due to the fact that it was her who brought it.

My breath caught in my throat. Nestled in layers of tissue paper was the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen—a Dior gown in deep emerald green silk that seemed to shimmer in the afternoon light streaming through the windows. The fabric was exquisite, the cut sophisticated yet feminine, with delicate beading along the neckline that caught the light like tiny stars. A small card lay on top of the dress. In Theo's bold handwriting: "For tonight. - T" I lifted the gown carefully, marveling at its weight and the way the silk moved like liquid in my hands. This wasn't just expensive—it was museum-quality, the kind of dress that belonged on red carpets and in fashion magazines.

Cecilia with her rigid posture and perfectly placed pearls, Marissa with the blonde bob and a laugh too loud for private settings, and Helena, who observed more than she spoke. They all air kissed Diana as she took a seat. They all looked over dressed especially for a coffee date. Marissa leaned forward almost immediately, her manicured fingers hovering near Diana’s ankle. “Diana, your shoes are divine,” she said. “Are those from Paris?” Diana crossed her legs slowly, a smile broke on her face. “They are,” she replied smoothly. “Limited edition Dior. The winter release. They cost a fortune.” Marissa’s eyes widened. “Of course they did. They look like they did.”

As I moved onto the dress, my hands froze. I had never seen or owned anything so elegant in my life. The underlay was a nude material, and the top layer was a sheer black material. Intricate sparkling black beads and sequence formed swirls, flowers, and a netting pattern. Underneath it was a removable black train made of the softest satin—a big bow, sitting on the back. I thought I couldn't get any more shocked until I realized that there were also shoes at the bottom of the box. A pair of Dior heels sat at the bottom of the box. The material that enclosed my toes was lace-like and held darker dots of black. The straps were a thicker ribbon with the name Dior printed into it, a bow sitting o

I can grant his last wish! I opened the small box first and found a fine pair of YSL heels, sleek back. They looked so shiny and lush that I was afraid to even touch them. I placed them aside and ripped apart the second box. My eyes turned saucers when I got my hands on sheath, knee length black Dior dress which had off shoulders and a zipper on its back. It was so stunning that I couldn't help but admire it. I never wore something like this which shows my skin but this dress was something else.

“I missed you too.” I pulled back, grinning like a damn fool. Her eyes were on mine and she smiled back, pulling me closer. From behind my desk, I grabbed the little gift bag I had set down when I came in. “Here,” I said, handing it to her. “Something I picked up in Paris.” She looked at me with curiosity, sliding the tissue paper aside until she pulled out the box. “Theo…” she whispered, looking pleasantly surprised. “It’s Dior J’Adore L’Or Essence de Parfum,” I said, watching her carefully.

They weren't joking when they said they'll have a word with my boss about my working hours. Instead of dying from embarrassment, I headed toward the book section, I could read while they aren't here. It's probably the last time I'll set foot in this place, my boss is one mean lady, she'll fire me for sure. Looking around the shop was fairly packed today, we weren't extremely busy, but not empty either. I was trying to catch a book from the top shelf, while keeping my short skirt down. I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing.